Coaching ~ Complete ~ Sample

Part 18

Missy was out of her league. The way Damon's touch sent lightning strikes of pure desire and lust coursing through her veins was something she'd never felt before. Her breath felt shaky in her chest, the muscles of her core were clenching and unclenching like they were searching for something to grab a hold of.

She kind of hoped the question he'd asked a moment ago wasn't about the plate. Crazy thing was? She hadn't been turned on before she'd turned to him. Not even a little. Hadn't had any straying thoughts about the man beside her.

Not until his eyes had slid down her body. Lingered on the skin between her breasts. He'd sucked in a small breath between parted lips. The green of his eyes had darkened, his pupils becoming so large that they looked like black pools.

It was instant then. Her panties dampened and she found herself wanting to crawl into his lap, to give herself over to him completely. The way he was looking at her, with unbridled need and hunger. And not for her food. No, Damon wanted her. Her.

Oh and God help her, she wanted him, too. His large palm slid up the inside of her thigh. She closed her eyes, her head tilted back slightly, her lips parting with a small breath. Just a little further. She wanted to say. Wanted to beg him to touch her.

Missy knew the guys were talking around the table but she couldn't hear a thing they were saying. Her blood was pumping so hard in her veins that she heard it in her ears. Goosebumps rose up and down her legs and up her back, causing her to shiver.

His fingers slid under the frayed ends of her shorts, his pinky grazed the edge of her lips through her stockings and panties.

"Missy." Damon's growl came from her left and she opened her heavy lids to look at him. The tone was a warning. Had she moaned out loud?

She leaned into him to whisper. "Please?" Missy begged breathlessly. All she wanted was for him to take her upstairs. She looked up at him under her lashes, his large pupils told her that he wanted the same thing. "Please?" She breathed again.

He growled and pushed his seat back from the table. The room went quiet as he yanked her from the chair, lifting her with an arm around her waist. Her legs wrapped around him on instinct. The raw, animal-like energy coming from him, ramped her up higher. The hard grip he had on her butt had her rocking against him.

His long strides had them up the stairs before she could blink, then her back hit a wall. The air wooshed out of her lungs but his lips captured her mouth. Hot, hungry kisses overpowered the urge to breath. Their tongues twisted around each other. Their teeth nipping lips. He sucked her lip into his mouth and pulled away, slowly, pulling her lip out and a moan with it.

When it popped back into place he looked down at her. "You don't know what you're waking up, Missy." He growled before his teeth bit down on her neck. She yelled out. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you forget your name and only remember mine with every step you take tomorrow."

He said, then trailed nips up her jaw. God, she hoped so. "Take me, Damon." The door behind her swung open and then slammed behind him. The sound of the lock clicking into place was barely heard over their ragged breaths. She knew that she should tell him. Knew that it was something a guy would want to know, give him the choice to deflower her, but she didn't want him to back out.

Plus, it was her body. She could lose her virginity anyway she wanted, to anyone she wanted. It wasn't like she'd expect anything else from him. Missy wasn't naive. Damon wasn't the type of man to be tied down to just one woman. He didn't even seem to be the type of man to date.

That was okay with her. She wasn't asking that of him. All she wanted was for him to take her. Take her in anyway he wanted to. However he wanted to, because she just wanted him. Needed him. The light switched on and then she was thrown on the bed with so much force she bounced.